Los Angeles daily herald., 1887-12-15
Ne are all 50 busy in the lower level,

IF life, making money, speculating IN
The mere dirt Of the world, that we
IRE too prone to forget the
higher things which give value
to those things which We call
ri .hes. Heaven hep the poor wretch
OF whom it can be said that "all hat
he lives on is victuals and drink" lie
lives most miserably. and gets ht'ie Of
The rial joys out of life which high
ly endowed intellectual being was IN
tended for. When the poet would
exhaust the depths Of his contempt OH
a worthless, sordid wretch he wrote OF
him "a primrose by the rivers
brim, yellow primrose was 10 hlin'
and it was nothing more" The
greatest poet of all ages, wrote tha'
the Imam who has no music IN hls
soul is fit for treason, stratagems ana
spoils.n And ii music hath charms
to soothe the savage breast" what
should be said of the poetry OF co'orT
Ma beth says: my eyes are made
the slaves of the other senses, or else
worth all the rest" Worth all the
rest they are. We would give all the
other four for the light OF our
precious eyes. And surely the eve
was not meant merely to guide us out
of doors, for Hamlet fouad his way
with out their use, and SO might the
rest of us. But kind nature when she
spread the tender green OF her great
carpet over the earth, when she
touched her brush to the gorgeous
coloring of the sky at dawn or sunset,
when she set the many-tw inkling
Esmiles on the face of the broad
waves, or when descending to
inmate things she painted the
lily's cup, the petal of the rose,
the soft blue of the shy wood violet,
or lit the autumn wood with the flare
of the sumac, that burns like fire
among the sombre oaks, it was all
with a design of making these things
of beauty as joy for ever to the won
d.rfully-gifted creature placed at the
head of all living things.
1t is the artists gift to trans
fer these glorious tints, these lovely
hues from the broad face OF
nature to the restricted limits OF
his anvas, and thus catch the efer-
vescent beauties OF the world, and
limmortalize them in natures highest
moods. In nature the rainbow's
lovely form is ever ''evanishing amid
1.-The storm" "All that's bright must
fade, the brightest still the feetest. "
But genius such as Keith's catches
these ephemeral glories OF earth
and sky and sea, and
makes them lasting as time.
His pictures live. Their glories
pulsate in the canvas. One expects
almost to hear the birds trill from the
branches OF his trees.
| We should spare time from the
grovelling occupations Of this work-a-
day world and 20 down tothis exhibit,
One hour spent there will lift us up to
higher life, to better things. We
will return from this feast of the MIND
of beautiful things, prepared to receive
more pleasure from our every day
life. This city is full of rich men. II
some of them will forego specula'
ton in city lot and invest fe" dol
lars in one OF these bits OF lovely color,
it will do his home good. 1t will be
more than a ray of perpetual sunshine
| in his home, more than glimpse Ot
the woodland in the crowded city. 1t
will be something to inspire the
inmates of the house with lofty aspira-
tions and to fill the soul with joy. A
good picture begets cheerfulness Of
disposition in family. A lover OF art
while gazing on beautiful canvas
cannot become prey to ennui. tic
and look at Keith's collection and take
a picture home with you.